Almost there

I'm laying in my old bed at my dad's house in Dallas. My sister and I just drove from Salt Lake to Big D in 2 days... long drive but beautiful-man, the West is gorgeous. I'll be here a few days, load a very small uhaul with everything I own (and lots I don't), and head south on I-35 towards Austin.

I am so grateful PK made the trip with me. The old me, the attempting wonderwoman, would have done the whole trip alone, on no sleep and in record time. All for what, a prize? I don't want to tell you how many close calls I have had with falling asleep behind the wheel driving home the day after finals. My momma always says I have at least a dozen guardian angels on my side and I am starting to think she was right.

Anyway, on this trip, even with a good night's sleep before, I just couldn't do it. Could stay awake or sit upright or get my eyes to focus. My body really couldnt do it, and it was a good reminder of my new limits that i need to accept (you know, 6+ years after they've arrived). I drove 2 hours and PK did the other 19. As much as I would like to talk my talk and declare that one really can do anything if they make their mind up to it, well- some things one should know better than to even try. I'd still be in some shady motel in Cortez, CO if I hadn't actually accepted help on this one.

Everyone keeps asking me if I am scared of the big move and living in a new place, etc. Honestly, not a damn bit. I am as cool as a cucumber about the whole thing. I know it is where I am needed and where my next little life is ready to start. Officially.

Wonderwoman - recovered.